I met him through my best friend in our last year of high school. He sat two seats behind me in both Chemistry and Physics. We were both very good students. We were both still terrified of the opposite sex. And we shared a silly, immature, ridiculous sense of humour. Looking back, I feel bad for the girl who had to sit between us.
That winter, we all went on our school ski trip to Mont Sainte-Anne. A weekend of skiing, Chef Boyardee dinners, and what we naively called partying. In the evening, while the other kids were out getting drunk, exploring their sexuality, playing daredevil, or vandalizing the resort, we were in our condo listening to "Super Orgy Porta-Potty" on repeat.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RGR0IbTd6IQ
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
"Black" by Pearl Jam
He wanted her so badly. They were great friends and might have been great lovers, those gentle, poetic, funny, out-of-place souls. But she didn't want him, for whatever reason a woman doesn't want a man who would be perfect for her. No, looking back, it was probably for the best, they were probably too much alike for it to work. But he was hurt bad.
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
"Turn Your Lights Down Low" by Bob Marley & The Wailers
She didn't want to dance. She didn't go to nightclubs very often, and the hip hop R&B reggae the band here was playing was definitely not her thing. It looked as though we were going to spend the entire evening sitting awkwardly on a sofa. But her friends finally managed to coax her, convince her, drag her by the arms onto the dance floor and get her moving.
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